And NSO Continues Unabated

Seriously, almost all I did today was laundry. Which felt /great/. I LOVE having clean clothes. even if I did have to back and forth on the stairs (3rd floor, even) about...6 or 7 times. Just for laundry, not counting meals, checking to see if anything exciting was happening in the lounge, going to someone else's room for fondue, going to Real World Stanford, etc.

On Real World Stanford....yeah, I thought it was going to be really cheesy and lame, but actually it was pretty interesting. And funny. And it was so refreshing to hear realistic advice instead of the bullshit they feed you in high school about sex and alcohol (not that I ever listened but still). The discussion afterward though...that was kind of intense. I mean, some of it, like the stalking, was just funny, but when we were talking about rape and sexual assault, that was just really incredibly depressing. It's so...urgh and complicated and just evil and horrid and one guy came across as really awful in a way because he didn't get why it was rape just because the girl was drinking. He seems like a nice guy, he just...didn't get it, I guess. Mostly though, the guys here, or at least the guys in Faisan seem....well, they're still guys, no doubt, but not too horribly stupid. Decent, I suppose. Nice. Like they would actually think a little bit before having sex and not just jump into bed with the first hot chick they saw, and not like they see every girl only in terms of being able to score. It's nice. 

Oh, and our RAs? Made of win. And our PHE. And our RCCs. *grins and glomps*

Inordinately Excited

As of now, I am officially registered for classes for Autumn Quarter, and it feels like a very big deal to me. I'm in...well, all the clases I wanted to take, when I wanted to take them. It's awesome. Incredible. I'm kind of vaguely expecting to get an email saying it's all been screwed up and there are no spaces left in anything besides Math For Extra-Smart Engineers or How to Clean Sewers, but so far so good. And the times will work out well, I thiiiiiiink - I only have to get up 2 mornings a week (barring homework and job, of course, when and if those things occur) to go to fencing (which I believe is going to be far away, urgh), and I should have enough time for meals and stuff. And I'm taking Japanese! YAY!

Oh, and my phone fiiiiiiinally got shipped. AT&T should still be fucked twice with almond muffin batter lube, but at least we hopefully got this worked out. Hopefully.